Friday, game of six halves, good, not so good, terrible, very terrible, genocidal, and pretty good. (Not in that order, as life has a tendency to fluctuate between states as the notes on a scale randomly placed by a pissed spider walking through an ink well) I studiously studied a collected form from the local … More One man on a lonely platform, one case siting by his side.
It’s been a day of two halves up till now, and it’s only three in the afternoon, so the remainder could be a day of four, five or six halves (that’s tiffys maths for you) a phone call this morning from Combat Stress, to talk about my assessment being held back at Holly Bush house … More Words are very unnecessary, they can only do harm.
Before the day started, it had started. Dreams of the day had etched themselves in my head and pronounced themselves actively seeking a home in which to abide……..just like me I suppose. So it was with great merriment I sprang to the phone at nearly exactly seven minutes and fourteen seconds past nine. The line … More Round here
Oh ok, not about bikes (although it SHOULD be) but I awoke this morning with an email from “Tickets for Troops” I applied for a ballot of tickets for the British Grand Prix on July 6th with the usual trepidation (and obviously resignation). I only bloody got them 🙂 so ringing the number provided, I … More Silver Dream Machine
Money, a new week, a new start…..again, I must admit, the journey to the local post office was filled with trepidation and bewilderment as the queue came from no where. The smell of raljex and desolation. (Well lavender and wee) I wasn’t aware that such old folk still still got out and about without the … More Harmony and understanding, Sympathy and trust abounding
I must admit, I’ve had a bit of trouble remembering what day it is today. I could have sworn it was Sunday. Didn’t start too well when I woke up at stupid o’clock and had breakfast! A MacDonald’s breakfast at that. Now that’s a bad way to start a Sunday/ Saturday. On the plus side, … More Everyone I left behind each time I closed the door, burning bridges lost forever more
The ever so prod rock band E.L.O 🙂 “cracking the pavements”, an old term used to identify punks getting done in and head butting the floor! No it’s not, it’s a term used to summarise the day, and today was HOT. I nearly took my KAGOOL off, but I relented as the world doesn’t need … More Confusion (it’s such a terrible shame)
Ring the office at 09:30 they say, no appointments made other ways apart from emergencies!!!! Now it’s 09:45 and the engaged tone mocks me louder and louder,the three monotone notes digging into my ear like a torturous worm set about me by the great Khan (Trekkie reference there) all I want is a signature from … More A week in the presence of MY beauty
I listened to this song for the first time in ages and the words seemed more relevant to me right now. BUT, the more I think about it, would I honestly turn that big old clock back and witness what I have witnessed, do what I have done, upset people I have upset. (Well some … More If I could turn back time.
Bit heavy that title isn’t it? Well to be honest, my frame of mind hasn’t exactly been on the ball for a while. Every now and then I have a little rant online, wether it be WordPress, Twitter, Face Book even Skype. I just feel I have to let go, but no, not now (of … More The Exorcism of an entrenched mind